Chapter Forty-Three

Reese’s POV

Reese had showered and changed her clothes while Troy sat on the bed. His eyes were sad and his expression was one of hurt and anger. He wasn’t mad at her though. He was pissed off at Bryan and the truth that Drake had figured out.

She hadn’t dressed to impress, she wore a summer dress that ended below her knees and the neckline was high. Flat sandals adorned her feet and she’d left her hair loose. She hadn’t bothered with make-up either.

“Reese,” Troy said and stood up from the bed.

She lowered her head, not wanting to talk to him about anything. She didn’t want to discuss Bryan or Amber. Troy’s finger lifted her chin and she looked into his eyes. She could feel the bond pulsate between them.

“I didn’t cheat on you. I love you and I’m here for you. Hate me if you have to but at least give me the chance to prove my innocence. I know it looks bad, fuck Reese, I’m not an idiot and I’m not a cheater,” Troy said softly.

It was useless to fight it. She wouldn’t win, not against